An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed

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of his peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact and hoped everyone also did

one brought

of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're also

we're stronger,

a lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for them

all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever happened to

limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they

to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them on my way

for peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation

the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside,

but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or Enchanted Items—due to

their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a

us. It

Guildmaster's words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the

a traveling businessman,

importantly, he had remained quiet

Until now.

thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single

he stared ahead, at the massive

strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be the

a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the grim

in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances where

or weak, perished this

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be

Dungeon, there were unknown creatures that lurked

as they could not understand